Late P.M.- The Richter’s over for a little party- Mart & Hank’s gift, Alice in Wonderland etc. – a more complete edition of John Tenniel’s illustration...
Oh to see a sunsparkled drop of dew on a blade of grass and think there were nothing else in the world! Vague apprehensions of the future arise to torment me. I cannot enjoy nature with composure —
My birthday – 60 years old! A record and a sweet note from Bertha (the Pain Symphony, of Mozart, coupled with Schubert’s 8th). A nice card from Evie & Bob...
Thru (sic) Park: The melted frost in the frothy sun, sparkles and turn the jagged turf whitish; robins are the songsters
A very mild day – sun shining – all the birds seemed to go ‘mad’ with singing – Once I saw a male grackle courting a female, spreading his wings and tail, and strutting for her approval –
Art & I to Gowanda. / A brisk brilliant sunshiny day; a golden day for both of us. It was a constant delight to Art, and his continuous enthusiasm at each new ‘event’ was a tonic to me. We were in complete harmony.
The large cemetery adjacent to ‘Our Lady of Victory’ Basilica, usually so ugly and depressing, buff of a deep enchanting mystery—
The large cemetery adjacent to ‘Our Lady of Victory’ Basilica, usually so ugly and depressing, buff of a deep enchanting mystery—
A mild breezy morning, with wispy clouds, and a sprinkle of rain. A song sparrow sings from somewhere. Out Clinton road almost to French to make a sketch. Painting of the stream that runs along the road here for a short distance, and then crosses under thru a cement culvert to the flats southward.
A vivid morn – rich vibrating green grass – slick sapling gleam white – shiny poplar – cat kin scales catch the sunlight turning the tree to a sprinkle of highlights ----